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Name: Allie
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Gender: Female
Interests: Alright, I like to write and take pictures. It's fun. I also love to do videos.
Expertise: Uh..... I don't really think I have one
Message: message me
AIM:  piglover4ever8
Member Since:
7/4/2005
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| This is ridiculous. People are freaking out about her coming home to Minnesota instead of spending parole in California. People want to punish her even more for her crimes by keeping her away from her family but PAROLE IS NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT PUNISHMENT, it's not meant to be, it's a reacclamation to the world outside the prison. Her sentence is over, let her come home. She spent, what, 23 years in St.Paul where she didn't do anything wrong, and she damn well could have. She served her time and she should be allowed to come home to her family. | | |
| I can't stop biting my lips out. Frosted animal crackers are better than regular ones. I want to eat my leftovers from yesterday but if I do I'll explode. My cat is going bald. I want to light a candle. My dog is old. I'm tired. I don't want to deal with some of my teachers tomorrow. I quit. | | |
| “Hi Charli” Misty managed to get out before Bulldog stole the phone. “Hey there Amy-Thistle” “Hi Bulldog, will you give the phone back to Misty please? I haven’t gotten the answer to my question yet.” Charli laughed. “I’m sorry Charli but Misty won’t be able to come to the phone for the next 24 hours because I will be entirely too busy fucking her brains out, I hope that’s not a problem.” “BULLDOG!” Both girls screamed simultaneously, Misty slamming a pillow down on his head. COPYRIGHT BITCHES!! | | |
| Apparently I'm a bellydancer (or that's my best dance type) and I'm also Apollo. I dunno, whatever. Quizzes are FUN! edit// okay so the man in a skating couple proposed to his partner on the ice. I thought it was so cute! my mom was like "no it's not, it's inappropriate". What's so inappropriate about proposing to the woman you love most at the place you both love most? If I were an ice skater I'd want to be proposed to on the ice. But then again I'm not an iceskater. | | |
| Seriously I am. Even in rockstar rebellion I'm normal. My parents don't understand me, normal. I think they like my big sister more than they like me, normal. I don't think I really matter to anybody except my friends, sometimes not even to them, normal. I feel fantastic in a pair of pants or a shirt until one person says something that maybe just barely touches on saying I don't look good in it, normal. I feel like an idiot when I talk to pretty much any boy I've ever met, normal. I'm pretty sure the only thing that makes me different from half my highschool is that I've never been kissed. Hell, I've never held hands with a boy that wasn't just my friend (I don't think I've ever held hands with a boy who was just my friend either actually now that I think about it). I'm also the only one in my little friend circle that would be willing to wear the L.U.V. shirts that I want to make (LUV standing for the League of Ultra Virgins, anyone who's never been kissed and never been on a date) because apparently I'm the only one who doesn't mind telling people, like it's a huge sin and I should be ashamed and it makes me less desirable as a person that I haven't been had before. I guess I'm normal because I want to be different. But not in the outcast sense of different. I know it sounds weird but I want to be so insanely different that I don't care what anybody thinks of me but that it makes people like me because I'm different and don't care. I make no sense. I guess that's normal too. It's also normal that my sister made fun of me for 10 minutes a few days ago when we went grocery shopping together because I was saying I wanted a fruit that was like a grapefruit in that you could cut it open and eat half of it with a spoon in the morning for breakfast, but wasn't grapefruit because I don't like those. I do realise that there is no such fruit... but I just LOVE the idea of waking up and eating a grapefruit for breakfast... weird things like that just sound amazing and romantic... not romantic as in prince charming coming on his bleach white charger to sweep me away... they're just... romantic somehow... like sitting all tucked into the corner of a black couch in a darkened room, the only illumination being a single tall lamp tucked into the corner that's leaning right over your head, bathing the pages of your red-covered book as you read with a small plate of olives (which you eat with a toothpick) and a glass of white wine. Those are the kinds of things I think about. I just want to be so uniquely me and to know that I have thoughts that nobody has ever had before. But I know that there have been millions of people all over this earth who think the same way I do and who have had the same ideas and the same feelings. And I hate it. I wish I had an emotion that nobody else could relate too, I want to wallow in it. Just for a moment to feel like I'm somebody unique. I already know what my friends will say if any of them actually read this. I even know what the friends that have never even heard of xanga would say if they read this. One of my newer friends would go into another one of her speeches about how she's happy that I'm able to say this and that I'm a lucky person and I'm very special. She's had a hard life and I'll always be there for her but sometimes I just want to scream at her that I don't want to be lucky anymore. I sound so unbelievably selfish. She's gone through so much shit in her life and I've been living on easy street in comparison to her but I am so sick of listening to her repeat herself about how she's feeling and I always feel like I can't change the subject or talk about how I feel because she's gone through more than I have and she needs to talk about it more. One of my friends that I've been on and off really good friends with will/would go on this huge long spree about how I'm amazing and beautiful and unique and there's nobody like me in the entire world. If she does I swear I might just tell her to save it for somebody who believes her. I don't feel unique and one person telling me that I am is not going to change that. I don't think anybody will read this anyway. I'm sorry for being so selfish and stupid, I'm sure you're a wonderful person. | | |
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